Yesterday marked 6 months since my son's birth. I can't believe its been so long... it feels like just yesterday I was getting geared up for my baby shower and getting put on bedrest. Tomorrow marks the 6 month anniversary of his death. I will be going to visit his grave sometime this week since my husband and I will be flying back to Dallas for the annual March for Babies. I am kind of stuck emotionally this week... I just keep seeing fat, adorable, lovable, chunky babies everywhere... and I know that would be Mason.

So sorry Christa! I see babies too and want to run up and ask their mom when they were born to see if my baby would be that size if she were alive. I suspect we'll always do that, when they're supposed to be one, or two, or three... sigh. a new path we never wanted to be on.